Karen is not exactly pleased when her company ropes her into organizing a charity bowling event. And just when she thinks that used shoes, tacky shirts, and fake pledges are the worst of her problems, her landlord Allen—a guy she’s slept with a couple of times—decides that Karen Valentine in a bowling alley is a sight he simply cannot miss. Karen has always been known to make her own fun but even she doubts her ability to turn this night around. Luckily Allen has a few tricks up his sleeve—and a hotel room just around the corner.

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He looked entirely too sexy in a thin, creamy cashmere sweater, dark blue jeans and tan shoes. A navy blue gym back hung from his hand.

Without breaking eye contact, Allen weaved and ducked around kids on sugar highs and the adults enabling them until he stood in front of me. His eyes trailed up and down my body, tackily clad in a hideous, powder blue and black bowling shirt, black skinny jeans. The bowling shoes I purchased to match the company issued shirt because there was no way in hell I was going to subject my feet to rented shoes. His grin expanded until it threatened to consume the rest of his face.